Football One Shots

Crismes

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The constant drip of the sink faucet, which Cris had promised to fix, kept James in a trance. He'd been staring at the same blemish in the wall for over an hour. Thoughts ate at his brain as Cris's voice replayed in his mind like a song on repeat. James couldn't seem to rid himself of the ache in his chest as he remembered what Cris had said...
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"Where were you Cris? It's nearly 3 in the morning. Do you know how worried I was? I've been here pacing, waiting for you to call, or at least text, so I knew you were alive!" James had approached Cris as soon as he heard the door handle jiggle.
Cris wasn't in the mode for being interrogated. It'd been an extremely long night and all he wanted to do was sleep in his and James's bed.
"Can we please discuss this tomorrow James? I'm exhausted. Let's go to bed now." Cris ushered him towards the stairs, but James held his ground.
"No! We are talking about this now! Where were you? Who were you with?" The questions had to be answered, James couldn't be sure unless they were answered.
"James, I told you before I left! I went out with Isco and Sergio! We were at Iker's friend's house! I lost track of time, I'm sorry!" Cris frowned as his arms folded.
"Why didn't you answer your phone? Give me a good reason for that! You always have your phone!" James pushed further, still not satisfied.
"James come on. Can we please just go to b-"
"Don't you dare try and change the subject! Why didn't you answer me!? It would've taken two seconds to tell me you're alright! Or busy! Why didn't you answer!?" Fists landed on Cris's chest as James pushed at him and began to become flustered.
Cris's face grew red and he began to breath heavily. Fingers wrapped around James's wrists tightly and held him still.
"You want to know why? Because you're annoying! You never leave me alone! You're like a dog! I can never do anything without you being up my ass and asking a million questions! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of YOU!" Cris shoved James backwards, sending him to the floor, before heading up the stairs and slamming their bedroom door.
An expression of shock and hurt landed on James's face like a slap. Disbelief coursed through his veins as he began to shake and breath heavily. Crying was something he didn't want to do, but his eyes had other plans. James laid on the floor, a sobbing mess, until Cris came back down after 15 minutes, with two suitcases and a bag, and walked out the door without saying a word to James.
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James hadn't moved from his spot on the island barstool since he managed to get off the floor. His tears were dried on his face and his eyes couldn't produce anymore, or so he thought, until he felt the moisture fall from his face once more.
"Shit." He breathed out, frantically wiping under his eyes.
His phone had been buzzing from the floor for the past few minutes, but he couldn't move. Every muscle in his body was stone still, the only one moving was his racing heart. He didn't know how to feel about the previous argument. He knew deep down he COULD trust Cris; he DID trust Cris, but he couldn't help feeling insecure. The team had always joked about Cris getting with some girl named Irina. James would never react, in fear of exposing their relationship, but he'd feel a twinge in his chest, right where his heart sat.
He'd built up so much trust in Cris, and he didn't want to second guess himself, but he couldn't help feeling worried when Cris hadn't come back till early the next day! Cris had smelt of alcohol, and James knew Cris was a bit brave when he was under the influence. Now, because James allowed his inner worry to surface, he'd lost the love of his life. Cris was everything he'd wanted, and yet he'd done what James seemed to do best, screw things up.
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At practice the next day, James arrived late. Bags had made homes under his eyes and he was visibly weaker than usual. It was obvious he hadn't eaten properly or slept well. Marcelo was first to approach him as he stepped onto the pitch.
"You aren't looking to go James. You feeling alright?" James nodded, not trusting his voice to do the job.
"Need to talk? Cris has been acting off this morning and I don't think it's his hangover." Marcelo pushed a bit more.
"Maybe later Marcelo..." James gave his best smile in appreciation.
"Ok kid. I'm here to lend an ear if you need." James nodded and wandered off afterwards.
James had been stealing glances at Cris the whole session. He wanted Cris to be struggling as much as he was. He needed proof that what Cris had said was a "spur of the moment" type thing. The whole training session James hoped, prayed even, that Cris would give some sign of struggle without James, but Cris hadn't spared him a single glance. By the end of the practice, James was filled with hurt and sadness and quickly made his way to the locker room to change and leave. He'd brought along his key, since the apartment was technically Cris's. When Cris entered the locker room,  James would simply drop the key in his hand and walk away, leaving Cris in the past. He could do it. He knew he could.
As soon as Cris entered the room, he felt panic rise in his chest. Was it because of what Cris might've said? Or maybe it's because James didn't think Cris would care enough to say, "stay". Whatever the reason, it held James back.
"I can do this. Just put the key in his hand and go." James took a deep breath, picked up his duffle, and marched towards Cris.
When his small feet came to a stop in front of him, Cris looked up from where he sat on the bench.
A look of confusion crossed his face as James stood there trembling.
"Hey, James, are you alright? You look a little pale. Why don't you sit down?" Cris reached for him, but James backed away quickly.
"I'm fine. I just wanted to... to return  this." James held out the key.
When Cris picked it up, their relationship would be over. If Cris didn't want him, then fine. James could be independent. Right?
"James, what?" Cris stared at the key in confusion.
"I'm sorry I was too much Cristiano." James whispered in fear of others hearing.
James turned his back to Cris and stepped forward hesitantly, trying to let go of his feelings and get out of there before he started crying.
"James." Cris's voice halted James instantly. James hated that Cris had so much power over him, heck James would kill to please Cristiano. That's why he's so willing to leave him. Cris found him to be a pest, then James would do what he had to to fix that.
"No Cristiano." James looked back sadly.
"You can't leave me James." Cris said firmly.
"But you said-"
"I know what I said, but I didn't mean any of it. Hell, I love you for being so protective and concerned. I don't know what I'd do without you. I'm in love with you James." The locker room had turned dead silent by the end of Cris's confession.
"I'm sorry I was such an ass. I hated that you felt you couldn't trust me, and I took that anger out on you. I didn't mean to hurt you or make you feel like who you are as a person is wrong or in any way disliked. I love you so much. More than I love anyone else. I can't lose you. I will NOT lose you." Cris pulled James into his open arms and hugged him tightly.
"Well it's about time you two came forward! I was sick of playing oblivious to your guys' relationship." Isco chuckled and the rest of the team clapped and cheered for the exposed couple.
"Cris, I love you too." James giggled in his ear.
Cris's grin grew even wider, if that was possible, and he leaned into James collecting his warm lips in a chaste kiss.
"Let's go home Hammy." Cris pecked his lips and pulled him along as the locker room continued to boom with joy.
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